“Is this guy bothering you, Amy? Are you bothering my sister, asshole?” I suck in a breath. Sister? Am I that drunk? This isn’t Harrison, I—ohhh, we’re acting. He’s offering me an out. I slip into character. “It’s fine. He was just—” “I wasn’t doing anything.” Chad confidently squares off against his new competition. New guy folds his arms across his broad chest. “Well, from over there it looked like you were touching my sister, and she didn’t seem to like it. You want a broken hand?” “No—” “Cause no one touches my sister unless she asks for it first,” he growls.
